Évrard D'Aboville has been the lethal left hand of King Sabien Arceneaux for centuries. Using his deadly skills, he's indiscriminately killed and maimed at his master's behest. He had never once been disobedient. That is until he was asked to kill a...
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Évrard D'Aboville-The Creature
"I am going to murder them," I whisper under my breath. I stood in the middle of the empty street. The distinctive sulfuric scent burning its way through my nostrils. Whatever or whoever the fuck, "they" were.
There are a number of entities that could take on that particular hellish odor. All of which would not have taken Izmir without the direction of a more powerful master.
"Gaius," I uttered. My eyes still assessing the night sky but they were long gone. Very few things in this world could outrun me and as I pursued them on foot, I became more certain with each step.
"I am going to murder them." I said it publicly so those who were listening could hear it. So it is not a question. So it exists as a threat before it slowly pierces the veil into reality and then their wretched flesh.
I AM. GOING TO. MURDER THEM. My teeth make a high-pitched scraping sound as I grind them together. The rancor coursing through my veins required an outlet. Gaius was the only one who knew where we were. And the only one self-serving enough to sell us down the river.
He and anyone he was working with or anyone who was even remotely involved in taking her from me would suffer the gravest of indignities before a slow painful death.
And when I have my revenge, it will be complete down to their doting mothers, their indifferent fathers, their blood variables; aunts, uncles, down through the second cousin twice removed. Their trophy wives. Their negligent husbands. Their private lovers. Their public agents. Their corporate attorneys. Their industry abettors. All of their familiars. Their business partners. Their business partner's business partner. Their friends for knowing them. Their neighbors for not knowing.
I will be a top down, generational plague to anyone and everyone whosoever as much as housed, hand shook, or profited a dollar or a donut from a bargain that involved a member of this ill-fated group.
I will spare only the pets, the housekeepers and their dearest young. Out of some long-standing principles and certain promises that I will never lose myself entirely in extracting revenge again.
